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into a silent giggle, and then changing over to a more discerning voice, crossing her arms, and stomping down one of her fluffy purple slippers. “Why don’t you bring me some flowers, Vyx?”
    “Because,” roared Vyx from behind the thick door, “I know you don’t want any damn flowers! That’s why!”
    “Maybe, I do?” hummed Izzy, examining her newly manicured black fingernails.
    I could hear Vyx breathing heavily from the other side of the door, inhaling in and out, huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, wanting to blow our house down.
    “Come on, honey bear,” he chided sweetly, “let me in. Don’t you know… ” He paused, hesitating for a moment, and then blurted out his last cheesy line. “I love you?”
    Izzy whirled around, facing the door, her fingers slowly sliding the deadbolt back, her other hand clicking the doorknob open.
    Mother’s disfigured hand extended out, clenching Izzy shoulder, squeezing it tightly. “He’s lying to you.”
    Izzy gazed over her shoulder, and then defiantly heaved the door open.
    Vyx’s broad shoulders blocked the sunlight from entering the house, casting a shadow on all our faces.
    Mother raised her air rifle, her eye peering down the rib of its grey barrel, sighting her close range target, Vyx, just in case.
    Vyx’s black eyes leveled on Izzy, a faintly mocking smile creeping on his scarred face, leaning his left elbow onto the door frame. “I knew you’d come around, honey bear.”
    Izzy’s nostrils flared. “Honey bear is leaving town!” she declared, her knee raising up high, her fuzzy slipper rearing back, kicking the tip of her shoe toward Vyx’s package, and crashing it into his genitals.
    Vyx buckled over, his face turning a strange shade of purple and red, he collapsed down to his knees, wheezing in a few sharp breaths. 
    “Go find yourself another child to corrupt!”
    Vyx crumpled to the ground, covering his groin, moaning and cringing in pain. Hi s muscular arm lurched out, hang ing mid-reach in the air, wanting to strangle, Izzy.
    “Go on!” cried mother, aiming her air rifle into Vyx’s face. “Or do you want me to make you dance in the tobacco rain?”
    “Izzy,” Vyx said gasping for breath.
    Izzy stuck her big fat tongue out at Vyx. “If I liked you,” she said with the attitude of a Diva and the neck roll to go along with it. “I would’ve punched you in the face!” And then in one quick motion, she flung the door shut in his face.
    “That’s enough horsing around, Izzy,” scolded mother, prodding her finger into Izzy’s shoulder again. “Time for you to pack!” Mother crossed the room, snatching up the ancient scroll and dumping it in Izzy’s hand. “You just won yourself a one-way ticket to Scotland. Let’s see you if you can prove yourself worthy of the MacAlpin name!” Mother tilted her head to the side, with a sarcastic smile. “Now, we’ll see if this bad girl really can go everywhere!”
     
    Chapter 2
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    Izzy
    I punched my fist two times into my sterile white pillow, hard, trying to make it mold to my head. It was just a big waste of time, wiggling the back of my head into its spongy foam, my three dreadlocks always got in the way, jabbing at me, scratching against my right ear.
    Sometimes I wondered why I kept them, and then I remind myself that they really pissed Anabel off and then somehow they didn’t bother me as much. I let out an exasperated breath, surrendering to the pain, blinking, and then mindlessly staring at the brown stained ceiling tile in my room.
    Anabel was the perfect girl, in every way. Her skin was porcelain, not a freckle or blemish ever appeared on it. You’d think she was some sort of china doll. Personally, I thought she was bit of a freak that way. Who the heck is always perfect? I scoffed. Me on the other hand, well I have more tattoos than a Hell’s Angel. All of them hidden away, except for the black widow spider inked onto my neck, crawling on her web , which is